Izuocha's Love Stories

51 - I WON'T LEAVE YOU, NO MATTER THE DANGER (CHAPTERS 1-2)

By XXPadFootXX

SUMMARY: She had saved his life, while he ran for the nearest shelter. He knew in his heart he had just been trying to help, but it was his fault. His fault she had been taken.

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CHAPTER ONE

Lights flashed all around him, loud sirens echoed in his ears and the pounding of rushed footsteps made the street vibrate beneath his red sneakers. Izuku Midoriya sat on a nearby bench, a fluffy blanket draped over his hunched shoulders and a bottle of water sitting untouched beside him. He was shaking, and he watched his own tears drip onto the pavement around his shoes as the memories replayed in his mind like some horrible movie stuck on a loop.

It had been a normal day, training at U.A. high school proving as grueling and difficult as usual, his school work nearly finished as the evening had begun to set in. He had left his room to meet his classmates in the main living space of the dorms when Ochako had come to him asking if he wanted to come with her to pick up some supplies for the cakes Sato was planning on making that night after dinner. He had quickly agreed, excited to get some fresh air and secretly excited to spend some alone time with Ochako. They had left with the promise that they would return soon and had enjoyed a lovely evening together walking down to the town that held the nearest supermarket.

It had all happened so fast, Izuku could barely remember the sequence of events that had followed the two of them leaving the supermarket with their groceries. They had taken a more quiet route back to the campus to avoid the groups of people who would crowd around them excitedly once they recognized them as U.A. students. It had gotten dark but the pair had brought flashlights to see. Unfortunately, the darkness still hindered their ability to see and it had resulted in a villain creeping up on them. The villain had used the darkness as a cover before cornering them in an empty alleyway, holding them at gunpoint. Izuku had tried to run to the nearest shop to get help using One for All (he had known that fighting would have been useless against an eight metal-armed villain with a gun). He had almost made it, his power surging him forward, but then the shot had rung out. Izuku remembered bracing himself for the pain until it never came and he heard a loud scream behind him. The image of Ochako's limp, injured form lying on the pavement was burned in his brain as if Bakugo had placed it there, torturing him every time it replayed in his mind. She had saved his life, while he ran for the nearest shelter. He knew in his heart he had just been trying to help, but it was his fault. His fault she had been taken.

When he had turned to race back to her side, he had tripped over the rubble the villain's eight metal arms had created in the road and had fallen to the ground, landing hard on the broken blacktop. The last thing he remembered was the villain rushing at Ochako while at the same time throwing rubble in his direction. When the police and ambulances had arrived, they had said that he was lucky he did not suffer more severe head damage from the few pieces of rubble that had managed to hit him. He guessed he was lucky that the villain had such a bad aim.

The police had given him the fluffy blanket for the shock once he had been cleared physically by the doctors on sight. The teachers from U.A. suddenly appeared at the scene, Aizawa and All Might being the first ones to arrive, Aizawa striding up to the police immediately while All Might trotted over to Izuku. Although he tried, Izuku could not force his body to stop shaking even as his idol strode over to him, tears in his eyes as well.

"Oh Midoriya my boy," he said. "You are alive and relatively okay." He reached a thin hand up and gingerly rested it on Izuku's head wound which was wrapped with thick white gauze.

Izuku said nothing as more tears streamed down his face. All Might said nothing more as the two sat in silence on the bench, waiting for news from Aizawa who was now speaking with more urgency to the police. Aizawa's face was white as a sheet, even more pale than usual, his face tight with suppressed emotion. With a final word, he stalked away from the police and made his way over to Izuku, who refused to look into his teacher's eyes.